OLD FLAME

The ashes still warm,
but the rain is near,
where's the spark,
that will make it disappear.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 13:25

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Sweet write. Smiling at the thought of their warmth. Tai
2007-02-26